Blueberry and Bangledown

Blue

Blueberry and Bangledown blew into Main Street through thin wisps of dawn.
Whirling colour and light spinning in their wake, yesterday was behind them as they flew through the crisp new morning in the rustiest dustiest automobile you would ever wish to lay eyes upon.

Bright eyed and bushytailed, eager beavers both, they swallowed up each others words, whisky and beer with an all consuming passion as they drove through the small town.

“Do you think you killed him Blue?” shrilled Bangledown. “Mind and hope I just know you did”.
“Ooh yes", answered old Blue, blowing out his cheeks.”
“For sure, did you catch the expression he was wearing? he excelled in that moment", oh yeah, I watched him, looked right down into his face as he went dancing into the white light.”

“Shoot Diddly Pick… the white light?”. Gushed Bangledown.

Despite the outward appearance of the ancient Plymouth Pontiac sedan the powerful engine purred sweetly on through the early morning and on out of town after a couple of miles they hung a left and bumped down a dusty side track.
“Do you think she’ll be out of her bed yet?” said Bangledown.
“Well if she’s still in her pit, you can be sure she ain’t sleeping”, replied Blueberry with a knowing wink. Both men exploded with laughter and were still laughing when they parked up outside the small, shaky flakey painted cabin that was the home of Miss Chocaloulou Valdere.